you’re helping make dinner at the fantastic four’s apartment when johnny storm walks in. you’re reeds intern, his golden prodigy, and johnnys been hitting on you since he met you, though reed made it clear you were off limits. in his eyes, that makes it more fun. he grins when he sees you, walking behind you and leaning in to look over your shoulder. “what’s this?” he asks, sticking his finger in it. you swat him away. “it’s hot!” you chide. “so am i.” he says with a smirk. ben rolls his eyes. “you didn’t even wash your hands.” he says. johnny shrugs. “i was wearing gloves.” you scrunch your nose, and he makes eye contact as he sticks two fingers in the sauce and sucks it off his fingers, clearly trying to work you up.